They know about you

The woman in red hands the chief a folder. You can't see it's contents but you can tell that there are about 10-20 pages in it. The chief opens the folder to the first sheet of paper.

"John Colins," he says, glancing up at you for confirmation. You try not to react, but you guess the expression on your face might be betraying you at this moment.

"Born and raised in New York... sister in college... father and mother own and operate an auction house... That's where you got the rings, correct? No need to answer," the chief says. You're not sure how long you were ****, but it seems that these people have managed to find out a considerable amount about you.

"The rings were from... oh, that's interesting..." the chief points at something in the folder and shows it to the woman in red and the man in blue. You're tempted to ask what is it that peaked his interest, seeing as you don't even know where the magic rings are from, but you don't want them to know that they know more than you do.

"Invisibility, mind control, teleportation, strength, time manipulation... Invisibility... good... That's new," the chief says to himself as he flips the page. "You moved out of your parents' home? Olivia Pinke... nice mansion," the chief says approvingly, looking up at you and nodding. There must be pictures in his folder too.

"New job at the Tribune... was that you or the rings?" the chief asks. He looks up when you don't answer, but he doesn't press you for a response and returns to his reading. "Oh, look at this. You broke the story about the escort agency that uses celebrities. That was a blockbuster. Everyone was talking about it. Brought a lot of powerful people down." After that, the chief flips through the remainder of the folder although nothing else seems to catch his attention, and he hands the folder back to the woman in red. He clasps his hands together around his midriff as he stands there in front of you and just stares at your face.

"My, oh my, what are we to do about you?" the chief says.